(BGM: "phonenix" (Nirvana) S9 Theme Song)

Several drones with high-definition cameras made their way through the snow and wind and back to the studio.

The glass curtain wall of the building opposite the First Television Station has cracked into a cobweb, and the god Philip, dressed in the marshal of France, will stand in the center of the cobweb, unbelievably defying gravity, and his feet are the clown Sith clown, who is stuck to the center of the web like a prey.

The high-definition camera under the drone rotated the lens, and the originally vertical picture turned horizontally, so the picture that didn't look normal became normal, the vertical glass curtain wall became flat, and the god Philip who was stuck in the glass curtain wall like a nail became standing, and the clown Sith who was hung on the wall became lying horizontally.

But the strange thing is that the white snowflakes do not fall from the sky, but across the entire screen.

Philip's scarlet cloak unfurled in the snowstorm, and the wind blew off the red Santa hat of the Sith the Clown, which fluttered like a butterfly in the snow and danced along the glass façade.

"Shocked!" the director stared at the monitor and trembled with excitement, "Unbelievable picture! After fifteen seconds, cut the picture into it, rotate the camera and slow it down, first stretch and zoom in on the panorama, and then give a close-up ....." After a pause, the director shouted anxiously, "Find a way to collect the sound for me!"

A drone flew closer, and a hoarse trill and a noisy wind came through the headphones.

Sith the Clown reached out and stroked his somewhat messy green curls a few times and said, "That's terrible! you've cost me a hat!" ”

"I'm really curious about what made you look like you are now, you were severely traumatized when you were a child, you have an alcoholic father, a mother who is a technician, or has you been abused by your elders?" Philip looked down at the Clown Sith with a little pity, his two military boots stepped under the Clown Sith's armpits, and his feet clamped the Clown Sith's chest tightly, and it was obvious that the red Santa Claus coat had been torn, and the exposed chest was somewhat deformed.

The Clown Sith seemed to be unaware of the pain, he licked his lips, looked at Admiral Philip with his empty eyes, and said, "I think it's a filmmaker's right...... Villain? Or maybe it's a misunderstanding of people like me, maybe there are some people who have had a terrible experience as a child, and when they grow up, they will choose to take revenge on the world with some uncomfortable means! But it's certainly not me. The clown Sith shook his head and said sincerely, "Your Excellency, you have misunderstood me, although I often lie to others, I don't need to deceive you, in fact I don't have a father, and I don't know who my mother is, but I have a very happy childhood, I remember every Christmas I spent vividly, in the orphanage, the big guys gathered around the Christmas tree to open the gift box, and at night the amiable dean would stuff the bedside socks with candy....... Looking back on it now, it was a sweet time. I'm a violent person and choose to do it just by following what I really feel inside...... Just to give this insensitive society a little more love and compassion! Let these poor lambs who have been kept in captivity know their situation....."

"It's a lofty ideal. Philip sneered, "But have you watched too many Hollywood mentally retarded movies, and imitated clowns, and even found a seemingly righteous motive for the crimes you committed?"

"Imitation?" the Clown Sith's face distorted for a moment, "I don't care how I define me, but I've never imitated anyone! Don't compare me to a fictional character! I'm the only real comedian artist in this world! I don't need to look for any good or evil motives, I'm not like you sanctimonious gods, I just like the truth and fairness that this chaos brings..... There are weaknesses in either position, but I'm completely neutral, so I don't have weaknesses. ”

"You don't have weaknesses?" said Philip scoffed.

"Look..... You are trapped in your own 'righteous' position, even if you want to trample on me with one foot, like you want to trample an ant to death, but you just can't, you have to think about your righteous position, you have to protect those poor Parisian citizens, although you think that it is the most correct thing to do with the Parisians to bury me, but you dare not say it, you dare not do it...... What a weak thing justice is!" Sith the Clown barely raised his finger and pointed at Philip's tears of laughter, "Do you know why I didn't resist?, because I know that the weaker and less threatening I become, the more helpless you will be, and those viewers don't care how much of a threat I am, they only care that you are completely on top, how can I not hand over the remote control, they will not condemn me, they will blame you for not being capable! The audience doesn't care who has the most talent, who has the best performance! They only care who is the worst, so there is no doubt that the winner will be the real estate salesman who has no talent at all...... If you don't believe me, the two of us can make a bet......"

The patience on Philip's face had vanished, and there was something burning in his eyes, like the sun, and he clenched his fists, as if he could not resist beating the Clown Sith at any moment.

The Sith the Clown smiled and said, "Hey, Your Excellency, you should look at you now, it's really ridiculous." You have to take it easy, don't put the whole of Paris on your shoulders, you don't have to show that you care about the lives of these people, you don't really care that much...... Why don't you let me continue the show? Somebody else will be able to be rescued! Oh, by the way, I can invite you to be a special guest, and if you're doing well, I can consider releasing less poison gas......

The blue electric light pierced into the body of the Clown Sith again, and with the sound of the voice, green smoke came out of his trembling body, and the smell of burning spread, and the god Philip said coldly: "You want to play a game, I will play with you to the end......."

"To the end?" the clown Sith seemed to hear an extremely funny joke, and he trembled with laughter, "Don't you want to save countless Parisian citizens trapped in poison gas?

After speaking, the clown Sith turned his head to look at the drone suspended in the air not far away, and said playfully: "You see that countless people in Paris are looking forward to your choice!"

God Philip knew that the Sith the Clown was purely demagoguery, and if he really wanted to pass on the will to the Sith the Clown, it was to push the whole world into the abyss, and he raised his hand to shoot a blue electric light, and the drone that was filming them exploded into sparks. He then lifted his foot and kicked him hard in the middle of the clown's lower body. The Sith the Clown slid from the middle of the glass curtain wall to the top of the building like a cannon, and the glass that had long been cracked into a cobweb could not bear it, and fell down with snowflakes like a goddess scattering flowers.

Before the castration of the clown Sith on the glass curtain wall was stopped, the god Philip, who was flying like lightning, was hit in the face by another punch, his body broke into a line, and he was blasted into the building, like a stone hammer that demolished the house, smashed countless desks and chairs, and stopped castration in the middle of the building.

There are also many passers-by hiding on this floor, some screaming and huddled together, and some desperately running to other places.

Philip flew in, and the clown Sith sat up from the mess, propped his hands on the ground, looked at the expressionless Philip general, let out a weird laugh and said, "I have time to play, you don't have time to continue playing." If you think about it, how can I set up so many poison gas devices in Paris under Ou Yu's nose and not be discovered?"

Philip's face changed, and he flew up like a kick and slammed it on the head of the Clown Sith, and in an instant the Clown Sith burst out of his nose, and his body rushed up like a rocket, and the whole person flew through the glass curtain wall on the other side and flew out of the building.

God Philip teleported above the Sith the Clown, and smashed his hands on the back of the Sith the Clown, and suddenly the Sith the Clown fell to the ground like a meteor, smashing a crater in the marble square at the foot of the tall building. Then he turned into a sharp sword and pulled out a red trail in the air, which plunged straight into the belly of the Clown Sith, and trampled the whole person of the Clown Sith into a depression, as strong as a carrier could not withstand such a big blow, and countless blood splashed all over his body.

Sith the Clown was still smiling with blood foaming in his mouth, and he moaned as he twitched as if he was in pain and like pleasure: "Violence is just a sign of weakness, you are scared...... Mr. God, are you afraid...... As the patron saint of France, your greatest enemies are not me, but the people you want to protect.....!

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When Cheng Mo said that there was no way, everyone's eyes lit up, and they all looked at Cheng Mo.

"What way?" Bai Xiuxiu immediately asked urgently, she was even so excited that she subconsciously raised her hand and grabbed Cheng Mo's arm, but soon Bai Xiuxiu realized that something was wrong and immediately put down her hand.

But in this case, no one notices these small details.

"We can't fly, but we can go deeper underground. Cheng Mo replied.

"Deeper underground, do you mean to force yourself into the subway station, or do you want to find a way to return to the maglev pipeline when you came?" Gu Zhixue frowned and asked, he hadn't thought about going back from the way he came, but Ou Yu's station entrance was not something he could go back to if he wanted to, as for entering the subway station for refuge, it was more risky than finding a skyscraper to take refuge, so he didn't think Cheng Mo had come up with a good idea.

Cai Shufeng immediately scoffed: "It's impossible to go back! The elevator shaft just now is at least twenty or thirty meters deep, how can we go down without a carrier and without an exoskeleton? We can't wait until we can activate the carrier, right? At that time, the entire park was engulfed in poison gas. ”

Cheng Mo glanced at Cai Shufeng and said lightly: "I'm not that stupid. ”

"Then what do you mean......" Gu Zhixue asked puzzled.

"The catacombs of the 14th arrondissement are near the Jardin du Luxembourg. ”

"Catacombs?" everyone looked at each other, and it was clear that not everyone knew about this historical site.

Cheng Mo nodded.

Bai Xiuxiu and Cheng Mo had been to the catacombs and knew that the catacombs were connected to the sewers of Paris, so they said with a little doubt: "But the radio didn't say that the gas device was in the sewers of Paris, and now there are not only poisonous gases but also mines in the sewers!"

Cheng Mo whispered, "There is also a dungeon composed of countless limestone quarries and bunkers underneath the catacomb..... However, due to its danger, this dungeon is not allowed to enter in normal times, and few people know about it. ”

Everyone's eyes lit up with surprise.

Gu Zhixue asked: "Ah! And this kind of place? This underground city leads to Le Bourget airport?"

"Can't get to Le Bourget airport from the dungeon. But to be able to get to the Seine, to the Seine, as long as we can 'borrow' a pleasure boat, we can quickly reach the outskirts of the city, escape from Paris, we can get to Le Bourget airport ......" Cheng Mo replied in a low voice.

Cai Shufeng sneered: "'Borrow'.......?

"Cai Shufeng!" Bai Xiuxiu looked at Cai Shufeng and said coldly: "You go back first, calm down, and think about what you did wrong." ”

Being directly interrupted by Bai Xiuxiu, Cai Shufeng lowered his head, he was silent for a while, and turned to leave. Bai Xiuxiu watched Cai Shufeng go away, and immediately relieved Cai Shufeng of his team management privileges in the Chosen One's chat room, and then looked at Cheng Mo: "Where can I find the ship?"

Cheng Mo pointed to the north and said: "If you use the carrier to go in this direction, you can reach the bank of the Seine, which is a famous sightseeing area, and there are at least seven or eight piers nearby, so you should be able to find a cruise ship casually." ”

Bai Xiuxiu looked in the direction of Cheng Mo's finger, and after turning around, he answered "OK", several people asked Cheng Mo some details, discussed the approximate meeting place, listened to the radio on Bai Xiuxiu's mobile phone again, and made sure that the 14th district had not been attacked by poison gas, and returned to the team.

Time was pressing, Bai Xiuxiu did not delay, directly issued an order, and told some words such as unity, and then activated the carrier with Zhang Zuoyong and Gu Zhixue and left the team.

Cheng Mo organized everyone to make some improvised stretchers, and carried the injured trainees and Bai Xiuxiu, who activated the carrier, and two other instructors out of the Jardin du Luxembourg and ran towards the Place de la Dèvel Rochelow in the 14th arrondissement. The Jardin du Luxembourg is only two stops away from Place Danfer Rochelow, and although the 14th arrondissement has not been attacked by poison gas, Cheng Mo also let Xie Minyun go ahead to reconnoiter the road conditions, anyway, Xie Minyun is not so afraid of poison gas.

The situation along the way was even more chaotic than Cheng Mo imagined, he originally thought that the Christmas shops would close early, plus the 14th and 6th arrondissements are all tourist areas, the buildings are almost all old buildings, there are no residents, and the road leading to Place Danfer Rochelot is not the main road, unlike the N17 on the other side of the Jardin du Luxembourg is a main road across Paris, so the scene should not be too scary.

But that's not the case, they witnessed what the end of the world is called along the way, and all the images from those movies appeared in front of their eyes. People fled like zombies who had lost their minds, cars drove onto the sidewalks, ignoring passers-by, honking their horns to forcibly overtake. There were even people of color wearing hats and masks smashing open shop windows in droves, shards of glass everywhere, glowing brightly under the streetlights. A fire broke out in a nearby building, smoke dispersed, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. Overwhelmed horror was written on everyone's face, and the hurried cries and trumpets sounded like fear.....

Fu Yuanzhuo trotted with the team, his mind was in chaos, in fact, these pictures couldn't get into his mind, he just tried to avoid breathing while running, he always felt that there was a strange smell in the air, like kerosene and like plastic burning, he looked up and stared at Xie Minyun in front of him, as long as Xie Minyun opened his mouth, he was ready to hold his breath and turn back.

But Xie Minyun kept moving through the streets with black smoke and fine snow, which made Fu Yuanzhuo's every breath feel like he was experiencing a great adventure, he always felt that he might inhale the poisonous gas and then lie on the ground and die. His heartbeat became more and more violent, as if it was about to explode through his chest, and suddenly Fu Yuanzhuo regretted that he had become the chosen one.

He looked at Cheng Mo not far in front of him, and found that his face was expressionless, and the rhythm of his breathing was steady and scary, Fu Yuanzhuo was ashamed of his timidity, and remembered that he always imagined that he was the hero when he read comics, and only then did he realize that the hero was really not something that ordinary people could be, at least he couldn't.

When thinking about the mess, Fu Yuanzhuo actually forgot to avoid breathing, but fortunately something happened. They arrived at Danfer Rochereau Square without any problems. There was no one like them along the way, no one cared about them, at most they didn't care about themselves, and then deliberately avoided their large group of foreigners and quickly ran away.

The team stopped at the edge of the square, Fu Yuanzhuo walked to the front for some reason, and saw Xie Minyun looking at the pupils of a woman lying on the ground, the ground was scattered with all kinds of garbage, and there were two young girls sitting in the snow crying next to them, one of the older ones was holding his mobile phone and kept dialing for help, while holding his chubby little hand to wipe her tears while choking up and asking when the ambulance would arrive.

Fu Yuanzhuo looked at the ring road of Danfer Roshilo Square, and there were many cars parked, perhaps because they were blocked, and there was no one in the car for a long time. The roller shutter at the entrance of the subway has also been pulled down, and there are some people standing next to him listening to the radio, and some people are watching the live broadcast with tablets. Some people are lighting trash cans to keep warm, and more people are priing shutters with tools.

Although there were many people gathered around the entrance of the subway station, no one paid attention to the two crying girls, and no one looked at the woman lying down, except Xie Minyun......

Fu Yuanzhuo complained in his heart that the quality of the gringos was not very good, watching Xie Minyun check the pupils of the woman lying on the ground, and quickly touched the pulse, and then muttered to the two little girls that he spoke French, and some French people standing nearby immediately surrounded Xie Minyun and began to ask questions. Fu Yuanzhuo's English is okay, and he can handle it in Japanese, but he is blind in French, and he was just about to ask He Muxian next to him if he understands French, when he heard Gu Feifei not far away whispering with some dissatisfaction, "It's hard to protect yourself, and you have to run with people, I'm also convinced."

Fu Yuanzhuo immediately closed his mouth, and immediately heard the students talking, and felt that Xie Minyun should not be nosy. However, Cheng Mo, who was standing in front, just glanced back, and the students immediately quieted down, and even Gu Feifei stopped talking. This made Fu Yuanzhuo a little surprised, and unconsciously Cheng Mo actually had the power to convince the public.

This kind of power cannot be called leadership, but because of the absolute strength that cannot be questioned, people have to be convinced. Fu Yuanzhuo couldn't help but sigh: "Thighs are thighs!"

"What?" asked He Muxian.

"It's nothing!" Fu Yuanzhuo shook his head, "I just think it's good to have someone like Senior Sister in the team." She doesn't even give up on strangers, so she won't give up on us classmates!"

Fu Yuanzhuo deliberately said it loudly, and the restless expressions on the faces of the other students froze, and then disappeared, and even a few girls took the initiative to come up to help, including Jin Zihan.

The group did not delay for long, and after Xie Minyun kindly told a group of foreigners that they knew where it was safe, a group of people all followed them towards the entrance of the "Catacombs of Paris".

After turning two corners, Fu Yuanzhuo saw a green-painted iron door tightly closed, and a "close" sign hung on the window of the green tin ticket house with the words "Catacombs of Paris" written on it.

Everyone stopped, first looked up at the towering iron gate, and then unconsciously set their eyes on Cheng Mo.

Fu Yuanzhuo saw Cheng Mo step forward, stretched out his frozen red hand from his cuffs and knocked it on the ticket window a few times, in the cold silence, the sound of "clang, clang, clang" was a little infiltrating.

Finding that no one responded, Cheng Mo turned his head to look at Xie Minyun, and did not speak, Xie Minyun stepped forward and quietly popped out a white light with his fingertips, flying through the gap between the iron doors and cutting the iron deadbolt across the iron door.

The lights inside the iron gate were on, and there were still some unlost footprints in the white snow, which stretched to the entrance of the catacombs, and a group of foreigners swarmed in, like moths to a fire, to the lighted entrance.

Xie Minyun shouted several words in French and English, but no one listened to her.

Fu Yuanzhuo was also about to rush forward, but unexpectedly, Cheng Mo raised his hand to stop them, shook his head and said, "Let them go first, the reason why the dungeon is called a dungeon is because it is large enough to accommodate many people." However, the radio did not mention that citizens should take refuge in the dungeon, because the dungeon itself is not a safe place, and the terrain is complex and the waterway spreads easily, not to mention, if there is an explosion in the sewer above, it is likely to cause a collapse of the dungeon below. It's easy for them to get into trouble when they run around......"

Hearing Cheng Mo's words, the Taiji Dragon students also watched this group of foreigners enter the catacomb. However, the two French little girls and a few women and the older ones did not run, and the little girls couldn't run away if they wanted to, after all, the mothers of the two were still carried on stretchers by the Taiji Dragon students, and as for some others, they probably felt that it was safer to follow this group of young people who looked harmless to humans and animals.

After all the foreigners entered the catacombs through the narrow spiral staircase entrance, Cheng Mo let the trainees carrying the stretchers go down to the catacombs first, then the girls, and finally the boys. After entering the tomb ** department, Cheng Mo adjusted the order of the team again, some boys walked in front, those carrying stretchers walked in the middle, some boys walked behind, and girls could go wherever they wanted, as for those foreigners who followed them, Cheng Mo didn't care.

Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun led the way at the front, and Gu Shining and Zhang Hongjun followed the palace. Fu Yuanzhuo was assigned to the front as a new student, it was the first time he had entered such a terrifying dungeon, the walls on both sides were covered with white bones, and the dim light sprinkled on them was creepy. If it weren't for the large number of people, Fu Yuanzhuo would probably be scared to flee immediately if he came here alone. However, this was only the beginning of a terrible journey, and under the leadership of Cheng Mo, they broke a hole blocked by barbed wire, and the narrow hole in the wall was half a person high above the ground, compared to this hole, the catacombs were simply heavenly.

The circular passage could barely hold two people standing side by side, and there were no lights, so they could only move forward with the help of mobile phone flashlights in the hands of a few foreigners. Fu Yuanzhuo didn't know what was under his feet, he didn't dare to look at his feet, in short, the feet were soft, like stepping on wet sludge, thinking of the Air Yeezy 2 "Red October" on his feet, Fu Yuanzhuo felt a piercing pain, and whispered to himself with a bitter face: "I knew I wouldn't wear these shoes to Europa!"

"What shoes?" asked He Muxian curiously.

"Nike Red Coconut!"

"Hehe!" He Muxian laughed happily, "Fortunately, I'm only wearing a North Carolina blue ....."

"Don't mention the shoes, okay...... The shoes I threw at Crischinfield were all out of print. Fu Yuanzhuo said bitterly.

"Call you Sassy Bao?" said Tang Xiaoscoop.

Fu Yuanzhuo sneered: "I see that your box is bigger than me, so I don't believe that you have lost fewer things than me." ”

"Unfortunately, I had two LO skirts, and I was going to come to Paris to take some photos in the café..... Now don't talk about taking pictures, even the skirt is gone!" Tang Xiaospoon said without tears.

"You just want to take a few photos of where the skull wall is, it's definitely more bullish than wearing a LO skirt in a café!" Fu Yuanzhuo said.

"If it weren't for the broken phone, I would definitely shoot it!" Tang Xiaospoon paused, as if remembering something, and said bitterly, "Mom! The photos in my phone can't be recovered, right? If I can't recover them, I'll really cry to death!"

"There's nothing in there, right?" He Muxian grinned.

"Yan your sister, this girl won't take those pictures!"

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In the dark and damp underground passage, the Taiji Dragon students chatted, comforted each other and passed a long distance, and then came to a very spacious space, which is about two stories high, surrounded by graffiti, and the word "castle" is written in French, there are not only lights, but also TV, computers and stereos, and many people have been hiding in the "castle", most of them are sitting by the TV and watching the live broadcast.

Cheng Mo placed the foreigners in the team here, and asked for three mobile phones without a signal and was about to leave here, but the two little girls grabbed Xie Minyun's hand and didn't let her go, Xie Minyun was embarrassed, Cheng Mo asked the team to go first in the direction he specified, and he accompanied Xie Minyun to stay here to comfort the two little girls.

Xie Minyun squatted and spoke softly to the two little girls guarding her mother, and Cheng Mo walked to the side to watch the live TV. The content of the live broadcast was somewhat unexpected by Cheng Mo, not the scene of the disaster, but where a white man was crying and introducing himself, Cheng Mo was a little puzzled, and then he heard the voice of the clown Sith on the TV, "Sing, dance or recite a poem....... As long as you're passionate about it, you can always do it well and find resonance in the audience! Just like I always love comedy......!

The hoarse and subdued voice of the clown Sith Cheng Mo will never forget it for the rest of his life, even if the sound of the TV set in the cave ** is a little distorted, he still heard it immediately. When the white man told a joke that was not funny, Cheng Mo saw the Clown Sith on the TV, although across the screen, Cheng Mo had goosebumps as he stared at the white-painted face.

It didn't take long for Xie Minyun to come over, and when she saw the strange face of the clown Sith on the TV screen, she trembled slightly, and then pulled Cheng Mo out of the cave and jogged along the passage where the Taiji Dragon students left. At first, the passage was wide and the ground was as smooth as cement, but soon it became narrower, the ceiling became lower, the road was potholed, and the ground was flooded with water.

When catching up with the Taiji Dragon student who went first, the water in the passage had already reached the thighs, and soon it was about to reach the waist, and the passage was filled with an unpleasant smell of water, and if you looked closely, you could also see water spiders and rats swimming on the water. Fortunately, the light is really insufficient, otherwise the girls would be scared half to death when they see so many cute little animals.

THEN THEY PASSED A CAVE FULL OF GRAFFITI ON A JAPANESE MURAL GRAFFITI, AND SOME HIPPIES WERE FLYING IN THE MIDDLE OF A DOZEN ON OLD-FASHIONED RADIOS, SEEMINGLY UNAWARE OF WHAT WAS GOING ON OUTSIDE. When walking through this cave. The hippies greeted them with a smile and asked where they were from, but naturally no one paid attention to the hippies.

After walking for a while in a cave where the water was over their shoulders, they finally arrived at the bank of the Seine, and after arriving near the agreed bridge of Alexander III, Cheng Mo sent a message to Bai Xiuxiu, and soon received a reply, a white sightseeing boat slowly approached the shore from the center of the riverbank.

There is no doubt that this is the boat that Bai Xiuxiu "borrowed", the current of the Seine River in winter is not turbulent, and it did not take long to get on the boat. When all the students got on the boat, the boat that could accommodate hundreds of people rushed forward like an arrow from the string.

The cabin was air-conditioned, warm as spring, and there were some boxes that seemed to contain gas masks next to it, which allowed Cheng Mo to sit comfortably on the chair and breathe a sigh of relief, but Xie Minyun next to him was thoughtful, frowning and looking at the night view of Paris outside the window.

Cheng Mo guessed what Xie Minyun was thinking, and was about to comfort her a few words, when he received a message from Bai Xiuxiu, asking him to come to the cockpit. Cheng Mo got up, looked at Xie Minyun's gloomy side face, hesitated for a moment and held her shoulder and said, "Xiaojin, don't worry so much, there is a Philip God General in Paris, and there won't be much of a problem." Xie Minyun looked up at Cheng Mo, smiled reluctantly and said, "I know, I hope God Philip will be able to clean up the clown Sith ....."

Cheng Mo nodded: "Instructor Bai is looking for me." ”

"Go ahead!"

Cheng Mo walked out of his seat with an "um" sound.

"That's right!" Xie Minyun grabbed Cheng Mo's arm again and said, "What about the mobile phone you just want......ed?

Cheng Mo took out the mobile phone he asked for from a foreigner from his trouser pocket and handed it to Xie Minyun, and walked out of the cockpit quickly.

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December 25, 2020, 23:41.

There are 19 minutes left until the end of Christmas Eve.

The fifth floor of the underground bunker of Xia You Palace.

Outside Philip's exclusive lounge, Archsar Michel, dressed in a tuxedo, is holding a reddish scepter that cuts through a black alloy door. CROTE GAYON, STANDING NEXT TO HER, WAS WATCHING THE LIVE BROADCAST OF LANCI TV 1 WITH HER IPAD IN HAND.

The red light from the scepter was like a blunt knife stuck into a tight piece of wood, moving very slowly. Grand Commander Michel's expression looked very calm, not showing any emotion, but his words were a little nervous: "How's the situation?

"God Philip is still entangled with the Joker Sith, but the Joker Myth still hasn't resisted......"

Commander Michelle said expressionlessly: "The Clown Sith knows that he can't beat Philip, so it's better to provoke Philip with a posture of not resisting." ”

"God Philip won't be so easily fooled, will he?"

Grand Commander Michelle shook his head and said: "It's not a matter of not being fooled, but God Philip has no way to take people like the Clown Sith, so he can only pile up anger in his heart, and deal with the Clown Sith, the more he stands righteous, the more he suffers." ”

"You mean if there's enough that there's no lower limit, it's good to deal with the Joker Sith?"

Grand Commander Michelle smiled and said lightly: "Evil to the extent of the Clown Sith, it is definitely not evil that can deal with him, the Clown Sith is actually more effective in dealing with bad guys." ”

"Then according to what you mean, isn't the Sith the Clown invincible?"

"It should be said that in the secular world the Sith the Clown has no opponent, as long as you have desires and are caught by him, he will use all kinds of means to destroy you mentally, not physically...... Speaking of gladiatorial fights alone, the Sith the Clown is far from invincible, and I can eat him safely. But in the secular world, I'll try to avoid fighting him....." After a pause, Grand Commander Michelle whispered, "but everything will be different after today!"

CLAUDE GAON DIDN'T SPEAK, JUST STARED AT THE IPAD IN HIS HAND IN A TRANCE, AND THE PICTURE ON IT FLASHED THE TRAGIC SCENE OF PEOPLE CRYING AND TREMBLING.

Grand Commander Michel turned his head to look at Claude Gaion while cutting the alloy door, and said softly: "Gaion, we have been preparing for ten years to wait for today, and if we want to promote reform, sacrifice is always inevitable. The vast majority of people in this age need only illusions and deceptions, and they are not at all keen on or want to grasp the truth, but we are not ordinary people, and we are on a mission to change the world...... You also know that in the long Middle Ages, among the many issues debated in scholasticism, the question of whether knowledge should be disseminated to ordinary people was always a major argument. In the thirteenth century, there was a German teacher named Eckhart, who was denounced as a heretic. In other words, because he passed on some of the knowledge that had been studied and discussed in the seminaries and scholastic monasteries to ordinary believers, he was regarded as a heretic. Now, we are going to be heretics who are rebelling against the world......"

Claude Gaion's expression regained his determination, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

Grand Commander Michelle shook his head and said, "Don't call me that, I'm not doing all this for a position!"

Claude Gaion opened his mouth and was about to say something, but when he heard the voice in the headphones, he immediately said in a panic: "It's not good, the clown Sith told Philip that God Philip is going to have someone to deal with him!"

Grand Commander Michel didn't speak, he urged the scepter to emit red light with all his might, and drew a circle on the alloy door with difficulty, the red solution splashed, the deep scratches closed, and the heavy round alloy smashed on the opposite floor with a dull loud sound.

Claude Gaion watched Grand Commander Michel burrow into the room belonging to Philip, but he didn't move, just glanced inside. The gray-haired god Philip lay quietly on the humble marching bed, his face serene.

"The gods are actually just mortals, mortals who are afraid of making mistakes, and the higher the position of mortals, the more afraid they will not make mistakes, because a mistake will bring disaster to countless ordinary people, so most of the time I always do nothing with the mud!"

Philip's words suddenly exploded in Claude Gaion's ears, and he suddenly felt his heart crushed by a huge stone, so heavy that he couldn't breathe. Claude Gaion closed his eyes, he thought about it now, he had no choice, he no longer had the ability to stop the person in front of him. Maybe he was wrong at first, but for now he can only pray that he is right.

People are probably like that, always regretting the decision they made after making the hardest decision, worrying about whether another option would be better. But we can never know if another option will be better, so we can only go along with the current choice. Maybe it goes your way, and that's just a consolation, because you think maybe another option is better. Maybe if everything doesn't go your way, it's a disaster, and you'll be swallowed up by regret and chagrin.

CLAUDE GAON DIDN'T DARE TO CONTINUE LOOKING, HE TURNED AROUND AND LEANED AGAINST THE WALL NEXT TO HIM, STARING DOWN AT THE IPAD, AND THE VOICE OF THE CLOWN SITH CAME FROM THE EARPHONES: "Your Excellency, the most difficult thing in this world is definitely not the test given to you by God, but the choice given to you by the devil." ”

CLAUDE GAON WAS SO NERVOUS THAT HE COULDN'T BREATHE, AND THE GOD PHILIP ON THE IPAD HAD NOT YET TURNED INTO A DNA HELIX, BUT THE GOD PHILIP SEEMED TO BE ABOUT TO CHOOSE TO RETURN TO HIS ORIGINAL BODY. CLAUDE GAON CLOSED HIS EYES, GRABBED HIS IPAD WITH BOTH HANDS, AND ASKED IN A PANICKED TONE: "YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS NAPOLEON, ARE YOU STILL ..... You've got to hurry......

Napoleon VII in the room tore off the human skin mask glued to his face, held his seven-star marshal's scepter high, and hung above the heart of the sleeping Philip general, his face was a little distorted, his hands were trembling, as if he was afraid, as if excited, as if excited, he took a long breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't worry, I'm just tasting the joy before the victory......"

The clock struck zero o'clock.

Christmas Eve has its greatest end.